"Why don't you get the eggs yourself? I'm too busy."
"What? Busy trying to kill the cat like you always do?"
"Listen, woman, just kindly fuck off and get your own eggs. Maybe do something useful for a change, like get down on your knees or get me a sandwich."
You sure have shown that bitch who's boss. Luna storms off in a huff, giving you ample opportunity to finally kill that darn cat.
"Acrimonious alimony arguments!" says Spark. "Maybe you better apologize adroitly before Luna leaves and..."
As you lift the bowling ball over your head to cease Spark's endless prattle, you find that Luna actually has returned with a sandwich. "Well, thank you kindly, you cunt, I was starting to think I was just talking to myself here."
"I hope you enjoy it, honey," she says sweetly as she leaves the room again.
"Huh, must be getting me a beer," you think to yourself as you take a bite of the sandwich. Mmm-mm! Tastes like... broken glass and cyanide! Your favorite!
YOU HAVE DIED